: (Mel Torme, 1946) Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like
: Last your power of recall Every little detail You don't need me to let out The times we knew Who will remember better than you Forgetful heart We
: Well you're coming down High Street walking in the sun You make a dead man rise and holler she's the one Jolene, Jolene Baby I am the king and you'
: If you ever go to Houston better walk right Keep your hands in your pockets and your gun-belts tied If you're asking for drama, if you're looking for
: Christmas makes you feel emotional It may bring parties or thoughts devotional Whatever happens or what may be, Here is what Christmas time means to
: I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun I get the blues for you baby when I look up at the sun Come back here, we can have some real
: How long can I stay In this nowhere cafe 'fore night turns into day I wonder why I'm so frightened of dawn All I have and all I know Is this dream
: The evening winds are still I?ve lost the way and will can?t carry you where they will I just know what they meant I?m always on my gaurd admitting
: "Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still
: Talk about me babe, if you must. Throw out the dirt; pile on the dust. I'd do the same thing if I could You know what they say? They say it's all good
: Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade
: Most of the time I'm clear focused all around, Most of the time I can keep both feet on the ground, I can follow the path, I can read the signs, Stay
: Well I'm lookin the world over Looking far off into the east And i see my baby comin' she's walking with the village beast I feel a change comin' on
: (Bob Dylan) I don't care what you do, I don't care what you say I don't care where you go or how long you stay Someday baby, you ain't gonna worry
: The light In this place Is really bad Like being In the bottom Of a stream Any minute now I'm expecting To wake up From a dream Miss so much The softest
: I can't wait, wait for you to change your mind It's late; I'm trying to walk the line Well it's way past midnight and there are people all around Some
: (English carol, 17th century) The first Noel the angels did say Was to certain poor shepherds In fields as they lay, In fields where they lay Keeping
: In the lonely night In the blinking stardust of a pale blue light You're comin' thru to me in black and white When we were made of dreams. You're